One droppeth only a tear;
Look, Master, the love is here!

--Harriet McEwen Kimball.

True love shall trust, but selfish love must die,
For trust is peace, and self is full of pain;
Arise and heal thy brother's grief; his tears
Shall wash thy love, and it will live again.

--John Boyle O'Reilly.

EXPECTING AND KNOWING

Faith, Hope and Love were questioned what they thought
Of future glory which religion taught;
Now Faith _believed_ it to be firmly true,
And Hope _expected_ so to find it too;
Love answered, smiling with unconscious glow,
"Believe? expect? I _know_ it to be so."

--John Wesley.

THE LOVE OF GOD

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were the whole world of parchment made,
Were every single stick a quill,
Were every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God alone
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.

THE KINGDOM OF GOD

I say to thee--do thou repeat
To the first man thou mayest meet
In lane, highway, or open street--

That he, and we, and all men move
Under a canopy of love
As broad as the blue sky above;

That doubt and trouble, fear and pain
And anguish, all are shadows vain;
That death itself shall not remain;

That weary deserts we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways under ground be led,

Yet, if we will our Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkest way,
Shall issue out in heavenly day,

And we, on divers shores now cast,
Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,
All in our Father's house at last.

And, ere thou leave him, say thou this
Yet one word more: They only miss
The winning of that final bliss

Who will not count it true that love,
Blessing, not cursing, rules above,
And that in it we live and move.

And one thing further make him know:
That to believe these things are so,
This firm faith never to forego,

Despite of all that seems at strife
With blessing, all with curses rife,
That _this_ is blessing, _this_ is life.

--Richard Chenevix Trench.

GOD'S ALL-EMBRACING LOVE

Thou grace divine, encircling all,
A soundless, shoreless sea
Wherein at last our souls shall fall;
O love of God most f